This is Rowe. Rowe Taylor Reed to be exact.
He is literally perfect ... in every way. And he will continue to be perfect to me, because just as he dares to scoot close to that edge of imperfection, I'll bundle him up and pass him onto his Mommy ... even when he's 15-years-old. Seriously, can you think of anything more perfect?
I have to remember that I am still a Mommy myself. And luckily, I have two teenage boys to consistently remind me of this. Like the other day, while I was daydreaming of my new maternal role, I received a text from Jake that read:
"You had a stress ulcer when I told you about my headphones being stolen. I had to drive you to the hospital because Dad is out of town. I can't get my license now until I'm 18 'cause I forgot my permit at home. We couldn't call an ambulance because we can't afford it. I was up all night with you in the hospital."
Let me just tell you that the only true portion of this text is that we can't afford to call an ambulance. Oh Jake. I never did find out who this big fat lie was told to, but I always give my kids points for keeping me in the loop ... no matter what they are up to. So until I get a call from a teacher or the law, I've learned to choose my battles and giggle an awful lot.
And then there's G. This little bundle of red hair has more energy than I've ever had. This past weekend was our annual Fathers & Sons camping trip. In addition to hours of Capture the Flag, fishing and running around the wilderness, he was bound and determined to build himself a raft ... modeled after the many episodes of Survivorman that we should have memorized.
It turned out something like this ...
So this is my life.
I can't believe how much it has changed
over the past 3 years.
And you know what?
I like it.
